extramural (iii)
the fireplace is on drugs. get the good rope and tie it around the wrist of the hand I want dead.
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on a drive I’ve undertaken to see my brother, it comes to me that odd things were being sold. jesus-on-a-stick. the crown of thorns, extra. I close my eyes. I dare the brain. the brain says it’s off to be forgiven.
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brother has one ugly foot and one beautiful. I have this disorder causes me to fully remember dreams*
*dreams only
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everything happened in 1985. words don’t mean. numbers mean. tell your gay father he has nothing to do with himself.
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the wind is asleep. it sleeps outside.
kingsoftrain 
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